Penchant for sadness,
that is what they diagnosed me with
when they never bothered to ask me what my demeanor meant,
where it was derived from,
Apparently I had been infected young,
at the age of four,
when brought front and center to an open casket funeral
and when they made me the honorary pallbearer,
I asked what it meant to be a pallbearer,
but no one took the time to answer me
I had always pitied pity,
if that is even possible,
until today, that is---
today,
when it seemed that commiseration was impossible for those more apathetic than we
so then I asked myself whether compassion and sadness resided in here,
only in tandem
I was very unapologetic to them,
they treated me like the morbid leper I had believed myself to be,
and in this bed,
with a tie line through my veins,
I slept easy knowing I was never one of them
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